The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1887-10-01
she, TOO, COULD SHINE.
The Way in Which the San Francisco
1illionare's Wife Does ThingA
Carson { New Appeal.

Carson New Appeal.
A few days ago a lady from San
Francisco who had a very solid
bank account, went to Lake Tahoe
on pleasure trip with her daughter.
She concluded that she would have
good time, and accordingly took
along some plain serviceable
clothes and no jewelry. When she
struck one Of the fashionable re-
sorts she found herself in the midst
of lot of people making a vulgar
display of clothes and diamonds,
and every time she turned around
she was the subject of most unmer-
ciful snubbing. She was put off in
an obscure corner to eat, and not
one of the fashionable guests con-
descended to show her the slight
est civility. The lady bit her lips
for few days, took in the situa-
ton, and with true feminine in
stinct decided on revenge. She
dropped a line below, and presently
there were deposited at the hotel
twelve Saratoga trunks waybilled
to her address. She and her
daughter retired to their room, and
that evening came down to the din
ingroom in blaze that took every
bOdy's breath away. No such gor-
geous or tasty toilets had ever be-
wildered the guests at the hotel be-
fore. 1t blinded the eye to look at
the pair as they. quietly entered
the room. The steward, after re-
covering his pOise, rushed forward
and pulled out two chairs from the
most fashionable table in the hotel.
She shook her head and replied :
"The old table will do," and went
to the obscure corner, where she
had eaten all the time.
The utmost CONSERVATION spread
through the dining room, and the
low hum of voices rose to a fash
ionable buzz as they warmly dis
cussed the situation. Wasn't it
awful? They had been snubbing
a woman and her daughter all the
week who could outdress them all.
In the evening they attempted to
hedge, but couldn't to any cOnsid-
erable extent. The dudes tried to
shine up to the girl, but she
wouldn't have il, and those who
tried to scrape an acquaintance
with the mother found it like try
ing to run a tunnel into an iceberg.
For a while she flashed like a com.
ct through that hotel into a con-
slant change of ravishing toilets,
each more costly and bewildering
that the others, until, like the kings
who pedestrained in Macbeth, they
threatened to stretch out till the
crack of doom.
At the end Of the week it was
learned from the chambermaid that
she had only gone through half of
her immense SarratOgas. There
were several women there who had
displayed at least a dozen different
toilets, and they felt that they
would just die if she beat their
record. But she kept right on,
and when she was three ahead of
their score they packed up and
left. One by one she vanished the
leaders and the rank and file capt.
ulated, displaying the rarest gen.
eralship imaginable. If Mrs. -
appeared in any special color to
make a spread in the morning she
adopted that color at once, only in
dress that eclipsed the other as
the sun outshines the dogstar.
| She was the absolute John L..
Sullivan of the toilet ring, and
knocked out all who had the temer-
ity to stand before her. The last
of her opponents was red-faced,
vulgaryl-dressed woman from San
Francisco, whose flashy toilets had
attracted general attention and ad-
miration from persons ignorant OF
harmony and color. Whatever
dress this woman dOnned in the
morning the fashionable Nemesis
was on her trail with a color that
literally killed the other. The
heretofore cock of the walk was un'
able to stand her defeat, and, pack
ing her trunks, started home.
The amy of snobs was routed
and one by one dropped out of sight
They just settled up and quit. Their
the quiet little lady resumed hel
plain clothes, put on an old straw
hat with her daughter and went
fishing. As the last gang left, sh'
; absolutely had the GOODNESS to be
down at the wharf fishing in an
! old calico dress, cotton gloves and
straw hat.
The landlord considered that she
literally cleaned his place out, and
she thinks she had an awful lot o
fun.
How Margaret Drew tho Line
J Our pantry is next to our kitcher
where Margaret received the visits